Your Flat is the World and they move it at your whim.

Franco Mendoza Photo

@francomendozaphoto.com · 10 Jun 2021

Your Flat is the World and they move it at your whim.

#shortstory

SHORT STORIES FOR QUARANTINE

As if it were a rokola my mind was picking a song for every memory where the floor moved. “Magical Mystery Tou”... ran so fast the floor that it soon disappeared, had flown from the wasteland to the Caribbean, and between the dust and the vision of the new stone path, the cheerful choir of Welcome was “Cachaco hijueputa cachaco hijueputa”.

In my innocence I was grateful for my new name. “Midnight Train To Georgia” took me to the floor that became bubbles like the illusion of love,... a ferry in the afternoon, towards magic.

Unpredictable flats that one day decided to take some good souls in a mountain pass, as an announcement of Power to point out the destination.

Something that man does not finish understanding and in his desire to own the floor, he is able to kill.

We left behind a flat that had claimed freedom, a red hard to forget,... shortly I saw the floor again walk without looking at the horizon, neither he nor, I was just movement.

The songs sounded without lyrics, they were just feelings adjusted to my identity depending on the floor he will step on,,

Vallenatos and joins in my coastal corroncho, peasant carrasca, cumbias of colombian and drums of Venezuelan, was everything but,... a motherfucker.

Fortunately love forgot the titles and my favorite song was she.

Heaven advanced and time put me on other floors, sometimes interrupted by huge pyramids, or on that obelisk that marks all possibilities from the three zeros, or discover floors at different levels to unite two giants,

Pacific with Caribbean. and the most memorable, two colors so different in the same river that it is impossible to separate them.

Music all that time became people... we danced some pieces, once they were with laughter others among tears,... Today the flat is firm, I could look along with the love of my life on the horizon, and we discovered our children flying high

Your Floor is the World and they move it at your whim.